Ning Jiujiu raised his head, closed his eyes, his face turned a little paler, and his aura turned into wisps of smoke and dispersed from the sides of his eyes.
He touched his cheek, looked at the blood on his fingers, and remained silent.
Just now, his sight fell to the very depths through the fog, but he still couldn't see to the end. It was as if there was a natural barrier that stretched the space extremely long and blocked his sight.
Under the barrier, something unseen seemed to be hidden. When he wanted to cast his gaze farther away, the darkness in the abyss seemed to be churning, suddenly covering his sight, and his eyes were in the same place. At the same time, there was an immediate backlash, and the spirit seemed to be separated from the body and fell into it.
He had no choice but to immediately close his eyes to cut off prying eyes. After a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, and the light collected bit by bit and returned to his eyes again.
Ning Jiujiu wiped away the blood, slowly faded the bloodshot eyes, and murmured: "Is it the Demon Realm?"
Great cultivators in the world will hunt and kill monsters in the world, and many of the bones of those monsters are stubborn and extremely difficult to eliminate. If discarded at will, new monsters are likely to breed. Therefore, after many big monsters are killed, their bones will be transported. Return to the sect and bury them in specific places. These places are extremely heavy with demonic aura and should not be approached by strangers. They are called demonic areas and are listed as forbidden areas.
Could it be that there is such a space under this hidden peak
But if this is the case, why not directly seal the barrier between the Hidden Peak and the space at the bottom of the peak? It is not difficult to create a barrier between here and the Dragon-wrapped Pillar. They are not afraid that the people in seclusion here will slip and fall in
Or...
Ning Jiujiu suddenly thought of something, his mind brightened, but a rare look of worry appeared on his face.
He squatted down and touched the edge of the cliff. His fingers touched the cold stone, as if he was considering something.
After a long time, he stood up. After taking one last look at the abyss-like world at the bottom of the peak, he turned and left.
Before leaving Yinfeng, he vaguely heard a clear sound, like chopsticks hitting a porcelain bowl.
That was the sound of the sword embryo taking shape.
In half a month, Nan Cheng got through the first part and formed the prototype of the sword fetus. Next came the most difficult part, just like a woman's ten-month pregnancy, and the naughtiness of this sword fetus was far more than that of a baby. It is a kind of pain that cuts apart the body every moment. If it fails, the person will die like a sword. If it survives, the person and the sword will be able to connect with each other.
As for Lu Marion's sword-spirit congenital body, it is a true favored one. It does not have to endure such pain, but it is more powerful and magical than the acquired sword fetus.
All innate spirits in the world are based on life, and there are always exceptions to everything. Some innate spirits take on elements like pig iron. After being forged by Zifu, they happen to be in the shape of swords. These spirits are the same as the body. A breath that cannot be summoned out of the body is not considered an innate spirit in the true sense.
But the sword spirit has the property of reverse pollution, which can make everything else close to it as cold and sharp as a blade.
This is an ability that even an acquired sword embryo formed through countless hardships cannot possess.
Ning Jiujiu came to the cave where Nancheng retreated.
Today, the door of the cave was closed tightly, as if to refuse visitors. Ning Jiujiu hung the C-shaped jade plaque on his door, then turned and left.
Nowadays, the spirit fruit elixir is of little significance to him, but Nan Cheng should use it next.
Although most of the wool in the jade tablet has been harvested.
But I am a good person, so I kept some of it.
If Nan Cheng can really form the sword fetus of the day after tomorrow, then Fengzhong will definitely pay more attention to him in the future, and he will definitely be able to upgrade this jade medal to a higher level.
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When Ning Jiujiu returned to the library after drawing the Xiao Fei Kong Formation in reverse, he habitually stopped and listened for a while.
There was no movement next door today.
This is the third day without any movement...
It seems that Junior Sister Lerou has given up on her conquest.
Ning Jiujiu walked into the long corridor in the center of the book pavilion. He suddenly discovered why there was still no one in the pavilion today even though the sword practice had ended.
"Every year half a month before New Year's Eve, there will be a sword listening party in the snow field. The sword listening party will not end until the evening, and they will not be able to come back for the time being." Old Yan Zhou's voice came from the long ancient case, The afterglow stored in the stones fell on his robe, looking mottled from a distance.
Ning Jiujiu stopped and said, "Snowfield swordplay?"
Old Yan Zhou rarely raised his body, supporting the table with one hand and holding a book in the other, and said: "It's not interesting. The fellow disciples don't do anything to each other, they just show what they have learned. It is considered as a sign of a year's cultivation. Everyone is happy." Waiting for the New Year can be considered as preparation for the Spring Sword Trials."
Since they don't compete with each other, Ning Jiujiu doesn't worry about Ning Xiaoling anymore. Anyway, this little girl is very smart and shouldn't suffer much.
Ning looked at the old man for a long time and asked with a smile: "Mr., are you in good spirits today?"
Old Man Yan Zhou stroked his beard and smiled: "Every day before I go to bed, I have a feeling in my heart that if I fall asleep like this, I will not wake up the next day. But for some reason, I wake up as usual every day, but I am in a coma. There are times when it’s bright.”
Ning Jiujiu thought for a while and said: "If the water doesn't move, it means death, but if the stars don't move, it means eternal life. Perhaps my uncle's body is like stagnant water, and his heart is like stars. The two are tug-of-war with each other. My uncle's heart is tough, so he will stay in the world forever." "
Old Man Yan Zhou stared at him meaningfully and said with a smile: "It's just a moment of obsession, it can't be counted as a star."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Obsession...the next volume of the Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture?"
Yan Zhou nodded and slowly looked around: "Well, I know it's here, but I can never find it. How can I sleep peacefully in such a tortured state of mind?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why does it hide itself under your nose?"
"I don't know." Yan Zhou slowly shook his head and said, "I have thought about this question many times. Maybe it was a punishment and ridicule for my failure to unlock the seal back then."
After saying this, he didn't seem to want to discuss this anymore. His brows that had been slightly energetic returned to a serious old look. He coughed a few times, raised his eyelids and glanced at Ning Changchun, and asked: "In the Hidden Peak Have you ever met anyone?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "So it turns out that both my master and uncle knew about it?"
Old Yan Zhou said angrily: "I'm not blind. People come and go under my nose every day. Do you really think that my level is as low as that of Lu Yuanbai?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and replied: "Hidden Peak is too big. After walking around for a long time, I only met one practitioner of the same generation."
Old Man Yan Zhou nodded and said, "It's hard to find a good one. There are a few old guys with bad tempers. They've eaten most of the things in the treasure house, but they're all in trouble. They haven't made any progress in decades."
Ning Changjiu hesitated for a while and asked: "Then... what is hidden under the Hidden Peak?"
"Did you go to that center?" Old Yan Zhou raised his head, looked at his face with a somewhat cloudy gaze, and said, "Don't go there in the future, it's a forbidden area."
Ning Jiujiu asked the doubt in his heart: "Since it is a forbidden area, why not just seal it?"
Yan Zhou did not answer, but just said: "After you leave Yujian Tianzong and travel down the mountain, you can walk more in Nanzhou and see more, especially the deserted area in the center. You can wander around the edges. , maybe we can find some opportunities."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What is this statement?"
Yan Zhou smiled and spoke slowly: "There are two swords, a sword scripture and several ancient relics in the Four Peaks. They were all picked up by the master there. I think you are very lucky. If you are lucky enough to come back, tell me Maybe you can change your destiny with the flow.”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "My Qi sea is narrow, Zifu is pale, and my spiritual veins are congested. Is there really a treasure in the world that can help me?"
Old Yan Zhou shook his head and said: "The heaven and earth are miraculous in their creation. How could I, an old man who has been stuck on the edge of a sword my whole life, know about it?"
Ning Jiujiu continued to ask: "Is there any relationship between the bottom of Tiancao Peak and that desolate place?"
Old Man Yan Zhou did not answer directly, but just said: "There are always some things that have been obtained with a lot of hard work, but they are useless no matter how you look at them. Not only are they useless, they may even suffer huge backlash. But then again No matter what, I would never throw it away... After the catastrophe five hundred years ago, similar peerless treasures that were soaked with demonic nature were blatantly left in many places in the world, such as the great cauldron in Middle-earth. I watched helplessly as it was there, but no one among the five hundred people took it away.”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Are you saying that there are relics from the catastrophe five hundred years ago hidden at the bottom of the peak, but they were hidden at the bottom of the peak because they could not be used for various reasons?"
Yan Zhou's answer was once again unexpected, "Five hundred years... I don't know, it might be longer."
"longer?"
"Well, in the middle of the southern wilderness, only the master and a few practitioners who have reached the five realms have set foot, and they almost all have the same opinion-"
Old Man Yan Zhou paused for a moment, as if he was debating whether he should say such a thing. Finally, he continued: "That piece of southern wilderness may have lost its gods."
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(The plot is a bit stuck and the writing is a bit slow...)